Dear Ruth.

Distances have separated.
Each thought I salvaged from the sorrows…
For I shall never be truly rid of this pain,
A lost opportunity never borrowed.

Give me something, a gentle word to tug upon,
When I feel myself again begin to slip,
Away into this black enigma…
Where loneliness has maintained her grip.

When I yearn your caress in the heat of the night…
Engross me in flame, spitting cinders above.
Envelop me in my darkest hour…
To reassure me with your love.

Lost am I, to this sea of separation,
Every breath wrung from my lifeless flesh,
Come, my refuge, strain away,
Strip the agony…
From my every passing, waking breath.

This is my deepest, most cordial wish…
Dear Ruth, I yearn your softest kiss,
And the vibe of your unmatched,
Comforting presence…
The essence of all my heartfelt bliss.

You are the contour of gentle reveries, dreams…
That creep into these stormy eyes…
And rest in fields of magnolia blue,
Swaying rivers beneath the tangerine skies.

There is no greater devotion,
Dismantling from the depths of my soul.
No greater affection that can contest…
These passions that have made me whole.

Now, in this eternal moment,
I find the continuity to confess.
But in the place of your velvet embrace…
I have vowed myself to nothingness.

For distances have separated...
Each promise I rendered from tomorrow…
For I shall never truly rid myself of this pain,
In opportunity never borrowed.

This is my deepest, unbinding wish…
Dear Ruth, I yearn your softest kiss,
And the aura of your unmatchable,
Comforting presence…

The essence of all my heartfelt bliss.